Without a word, Chu Xinian pulled Qin Yiren into his arms, unraveling her from the covers and gently wiping the glimmering tear stains from the corners of her eyes with his slender fingers.
Qin Yiren awkwardly resisted, not wanting the man to see her in such a disheveled state, clinging to the covers and trying to shrink back like an ostrich.
After several failed attempts, she gazed resentfully at the unreasonable man: "Let me go."
"No."
Chu Xinian suppressed her tiny struggles and spoke mildly, "I've never thought of letting you go, Yi Ren."
The deep meaning in his words made Qin Yiren freeze and stop all struggles. Her eyes, which were like water, involuntarily showed a bit of grievance; instead of stopping her tears, she cried even harder.
"Chu Xinian, I really don't understand you."
She sniffled, biting her lip, and worked to cover her head with the blanket again, crying freely beneath it: "I don't want to hear your sweet words anymore, nor do I want to recall our past..."
